Danny Dee - Hear Ya Say lyrics

Say it's gon Say it's gon Yah it's gon Its gon be alright In the west We sip late Smoke og And party all night So leave your problems at the motherf**ing door And get yo paper Get yo fetti And that scratch boy get yo dough [Serk] Now I just wanna hear you say that all my folks are free And everything out in the world is how it's supposed to be I got mad love for all of those close to me Cause they the ones that keep me going, staying focused please Say my name or you'll be toast to me, raise right hand with the rosary Tattoo repping LA, all these freaky hoes notice me They say they wanting more cause dick is what I gave her Took her to the brink, call ya boy a soul skater I be dipping, never tripping to the spliff, it's nothing major Don't you ever pay a mind to my mindless misbehaviour Say your last words if you 'bout to f** with the crew Because before it leave your mouth you gon be ducking a brew A fist, a shoe, then a cane from that n***a Hugh Yeah we young in the game but it ain't no thang get paid young boy if ya know what you do Can't wait to hear my momma say I made her proud By the way I k** a stage and how I rock a crowd Get money [Hook] [Manu Li] It goes one for a lot of money, two for a cracking show Three words live ya life because you never know Herschel Walker no way b**h I'm Kurtis Blow Meaning I rock shows make em say oh You don't wanna tango, heavy hands, Kangols I don't throw bullets or Visanthe Shiancoe Naw I don't give a f** if my khakis wrinkled Hot damn I'm Nigerian my ashy ankles Pot holes in my wallet, pot holes in my lawn Pot hoes on my show stoned singing my songs Snot nose n***a dreaming 'bout making money wrong And a broad a** queen to put the Donk on Kong Keep busy with the dream, keep the mack on strong With this X-Acto knife, how can my art go wrong? I've been to heaven been to hell, are we down to Earth? Am I an angel or a demon, hopefully the first Stay sipping with the homies, stay getting hurt, hurt [Ray Wright] Let me hear ya say I'm faded out my mind Chinky eyed with quarter sack and some Carlo Rossi wine Hold it down for the Cali brothers players and pimps Making hoes go wild from the game he spit But umm, I'm here to talk about some real sh** Like a lopsided cup I'mma spill this Spoke to my n***a Densy today Stacking hella cheese all the way in DC Making money for his folks way out in Virgin His lady and kids, man they need to eat dinner Let me hear you say that's a real a** n***a Priorities first man he see the big picture Far from home ya boys miss ya Keep em close to heart cause you know they wit ya So take you a deep a** breathe now exhale and don't stress Yea we are from the West, got deep love for LA like the tat on my chest See out here living takes a different approach On the porch popping at Hoochies with your flannel and locs Or at the del Rey Marina, pimpish f**ing on boats Up at the Laker parade with some hoes in the shade So let me say I'm getting paid with these West Coast ways n***a